4 August 2014

and we've all got better things to do than sit in front of a computer - plenty of time for that come Autumn.

Even mr dog is enjoying himself on the beach, and swimming most days has dusted me with colour so I no longer have to fear anyone phoning for the Japanese whaling ships when they think they've spotted Moby Dick!

If you read my blog you'll know I'm quite private, not many photos of our house or us, except mr dog,

although being nosy myself I love to see bloggers' homes and especially their workrooms,

oh and what work rooms you all seem to have - full to bursting with fabrics, wool, pictures, vintage finds and colour!so I thought I'd take a leaf from one of my favourite bloggers The Custards and post a few more photos than usual...

You may remember we moved from London to Dorset four months ago, and one of the perks for me was a workroom, (I've had workrooms before but not in the last house) and working on the kitchen table was not ideal...

Anyway... having a workroom again was a chance to surround myself with inspiring things, like you I've plenty of fabric, wool, and vintage finds - but they're tidied away in wardrobes or the garage and that's the problem, they didn't seem to be making their way to my room...

you can almost hear tumble weed blowing across the empty space...

oh dear...

'snowy' painting - still waiting to be hung on the wall

nice distracting views of my neighbour from the windows

The problem has been a slight touch of...

Not really!(although people have walked into our kitchen and thought they'd wandered into an operating theatre by mistake)

It's just I seem to have taken the saying'A place for everything and everything in it's place'a bit too much to heart, but things are gradually starting to appear...ha ha my collection of deck chairs is coming along nicely

comfy cushions to lean back on while working and listening to radio 4 extra - the pink one came fromhen

Meanwhile... I've been out exploringand apart from the ever changing sea about a 100 yards from where we live... (spot mr dog)

there are lots of different chinesto walk through which are lovely and cool if it's too hot to walk mr dog along the beach

this one has what at first glance looks like an abandoned bus shelter hidden away in its depths but was probably just somewhere to sit and enjoy the view

amongst the carved initials something has been written but it's almost impossible to read no matter which way I photographed it...

I can just make out... AND THE ? EMPTIED THE TERRACED HOUSESWITH COMPULSORY PURCHASEREASONING THAT THEY'D MAKE MOREFROM THE GROUND WITH THE PEOPLE? GONE?

Another chine has a mausoleum at the top of it

So the three of us often set off looking for new things...

there are plenty of interesting places...

and we ususly stop somewhere for a bite to eat...

The difference between my initial depressed reaction at leaving London and how I feel nowreminds me of the very funny novelty song by Alan Sherman called 'hello muddah hello fadda' based on letters he received from his son complaining about the Summer camp his parents had sent him to... xxx

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hej med jer, welcome to the woolly dog... friendly with a slightly dark sense of humour, a bit like me really, hopefully you will find something here you like, a photograph, video, painting, mood board of beautiful colours, music, or a tale from the village.